Get Money/ Poppin Lyrics

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JUdoubleG Not 2 Be Tried

Yeah, Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, Yeah

Huh, Huh

Go get some money don't worry 'bout a bitch

We in the back of the car with them sticks yeah

Yeah, Yeah

Go get some money don't worry 'bout a bitch

I'm a boss in my section we got lethal weapons

I'm really not worried bout shit

Catch a opp in the streets and we blowing his shit

Got a pint of wockeesha im pouring that shit

Couple pound of exotic need more of that shit

Lil bro down on his dick he need more than a lick

If i pass em the ball then he scoring that shit

I'm in the streets thats a fact we was really outside with them

Sticks tryna get us a pack off

Used to ride with them P's in the back I'll still send a blitz

Like a coach tryna get em a sack off

Before I let a lil fuck nigga play I'll sit in my cell watch the guards while i jack off

Go drop a check in a wells me and trap up at 4 inna morning

Tryna go wipe them racks off

We having motion fasho

These niggas cap in they rap yeah i know

Don't know bout them niggas we was hustlin fasho

Me and Dre used to really post up at the store with them bows

Yea JUdoubleG we on go and we been that just tell em to go check the score

Every time I'm outside they like 50 where the fuck have you been at?

In the trap tryna get me some more

Y'all ain't hearing me

Ain't none of you fuck niggas putting fear in me

Hell nawl I don't fuck with you ain't no friend of me

Got a whole lot of smoke nigga we got 10 a g

It ain't never enough nigga show no sympathy

Once you say that it's up nigga aint no ending it

We gone load up them choppas and slide

Them fuck niggas capping if they ever say

We was hiding everybody know we was outside

I built relationships with all the plugs then I ran off on them niggas like Plies

Them opp niggas weird always sending them slugs on the net

Why the fuck they ain't sending no shots

Them fuck niggas broke it could never be us

We gone get a load and go post on the block

When i was down they aint show me no love now

I'm a stunt any chance that i got

Why is it niggas always tryna beef 'bout a bitch

It ain't never no beef bout a check

It ain't what you did man it's really about how you did it

It's really about the respect

I didn't have help i went got this shit straight out the mud

Now they hating the way that i flex

Ain't no understanding when you say it's beef in the streets

I'm a send off a blitz like we play for the Jets

JUdoubleG we on fuck niggas necks

Beefing with us is like begging for death

Hit the bitch from the back while im grabbing her neck

She eat dick while I'm driving might fuck 'round and wreck

Ride with a Tec while I'm sipping on Tec

Like BL Double got hittas on deck

Got a big ass 30 send shots out the vette

Get the drop on a opp then we leaving em stretched

Go get some money don't worry 'bout a bitch

I'm a boss in my section we got lethal weapons

I'm really not worried bout shit

Catch a opp in the streets and we blowing his shit

Got a pint of wockeesha im pouring that shit

Couple pound of exotic need more of that shit

Lil bro down on his dick he need more than a lick

If i pass em the ball then he scoring that shit

I'm in the streets thats a fact we was really outside with them

Sticks tryna get us a pack off

Used to ride with them P's in the back I'll still send a blitz

Like a coach tryna get em a sack off

Before I let a lil fuck nigga play

I'll sit in my cell watch the guards while i jack off

Go drop a check in a wells me and trap up at 4 inna morning

Tryna go wipe them racks off

Yeah, Yeah

Go get some money don't worry 'bout a bitch yeah

Go get some don't worry 'bout a bitch

Really not worried 'bout shit

Uh huh, Uh huh

Yeah

Yeah, Yeah Yeah

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If we get the drop on a opp we gone post on his block for a week

And just sit there and stalk 'em

Once we see exactly how fuck niggas move

We gone hop out and FA with that choppa and chalk 'em

We really hop out and walk shit down feeling like double 0

Nigga come meet the walkers

Can't find him we gone kidnap his hoe beat her ass

Chris Breezy it's on and it's poppin'

These niggas hoes we gone put em on TV, spin like a CD, slide in a G3

These niggas know we gone creep and delete eat

Spray like graffiti , shots out a GT

Aye we pop out on his block like it's 3D

He aint even see me , got hit with a 3 piece

Yeah that nigga a bitch he a he she

He broke than a bitch probably shopping at DD's

What you gone do when we catch you and try to get at you

I bet you gone run like a bitch

What the fuck you gone do when you hearing them bullets fly past you

I bet you gone die with your stick

Boy you dumb than a bitch if you think that these bullets won't catch you

This here is a 5.56

Put them boyz on your ass they gone thrash you

And then they gone trash you they'll find you some where in a ditch

I was a young nigga off in that trap spot I was 14 selling dope at the store

2.23's make a opp nigga tap out bullets they hot like they fresh off the stove

Went on a drill of a Perc and I blacked out

Last thing i remember was busting my pole

Once you say it's smoke nigga no you can't back out

We bring choppas and shit to your door

Aye, Not 2 Be Tried

Last nigga played and he died

Pussy

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